Neverwinter Forest I guess I'll just go home.

Ereshkigal can fight, if and when need be. The prospect of fighting for this scrap of land, however beautiful, seems quite silly to her. She glances to Cerulean, wondering if the woman will take the bait. The words about an Elysium go over her head. In name, it sounds lovely; however, she knows she is ignorant of the situation as a whole and cannot pass judgment on any one place, especially that which seems to be one of contention between the two.

Then Mal addresses her again, firing another barb before moving into areas of usefulness she already covered. Ereshkigal runs her tongue over her teeth, rooting herself in the utmost patience and calm before responding, in a breezy manner, As I said before, I am a huntress, and have knowledge of healing. If those skills are needed, I can provide.

She looks to Cerulean again. What now? Mal's verdict will determine whether or not she can stay within his forest, but is her friend keen on remaining here, given the obvious bad energy between the two? If she is forced to choose between the two, it is no choice. They can stay, or they can move on—Ereshkigal is not fussed with either outcome.